Yellow Is the Color of Fear
in the quiet of the night the owls hoot
violence erupts and guns do shoot
colors become enemy lines that many will cross
another random drive by another tragic loss
preying on innocent lives in the jungle
waking up everyday is a struggle
hiding behing dumpsters from the cops
the cycle always continues and never stops
death is in the air mixed with violence and rape
blocks upon blocks covered with yellow tape
you say that the drug game is run by the blacks
i know for a fact that the white man introduced crack
statistics proove that a weak man will drop a dime
while a woman will stand up and do the time
too be real you must stand up for your rights
and be willing to go out with a fight
despite the outcome if we believe in our facts
and understand the truths
no greater power can one hold over the other
respect few fear none
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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